Look Into My Eyes

I went to a business lunch today.

I wasn't sure what to expect. These things can be somewhat grim at times. Great at others.

Anyway, it turns out that they have a guest speaker.

A clairvoyant.

And she was an excellent speaker. She seemed very straight and genuine - and modest.

I did have the thought that she might have hypnotised us all.

But even if she did, we are all entitled to a little hypnosis-fuelled fantasy now and then aren't we?

By the end I had made up my mind I was going to go for a reading.

But my intention to book something in was thwarted when I got talking to my neighbour at the dinner table.

She's only having singing lessons!

In the town I live in!!

So before you could shake Filbert Fox's tail once, I've got the name and the number of the teacher.

I might still go and see the clairvoyant though.

She might be able to tell me if I'm ever going to be famous.

She might even offer a few clues as to how the Blues will do the rest of the season.